EDIT: I've been telling my brothers about today's ruling, and told them how conservatives are mobilizing to overturn the court's ruling with a constitutional amendment. All my brothers' reactions to the conservative effort have been, "That's stupid." I love my brothers. :)

The justices from on high have declared their edict:


In all seriousness, I'm ecstatic the California Supreme Court ruled the way it did. I had a stomach-churning feeling yesterday that it was going to hand down a more conservative ruling, like domestic partnerships or civil unions are okay. Separate but equal is not equal! I'm happy to have been proven wrong.

Of course, as expected, people are now mobilizing to amend the state constitution to trump the state supreme court's ruling.
Anyways . . . . . happy happy. I texted all my friends and family friends with the following message: "Marry me! It's legal now . . . at least in CA." I didn't send it to family members because I don't want them thinking I meant incest is legal now.

Here's something my professor emailed to my class.

Every year, English teachers from across the USA can submit their collections of actual analogies and metaphors found in high school essays.  These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country.  Here are last year's winners:

1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli, and he was room temperature Canadian beef.
5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.
8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.
9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
15. They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.
16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River .
18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
19. Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.

I just got back from GAPSN's first movie night of the year. We watched a Thai movie called The Love of Siam which, despite the marketing strategies used to promote it, has a gay romance theme to it.

I wasn't sure what to expect. Foreign movies are a crapshoot when you're not connected to the language and culture it's coming from--and sometimes even when you are. Good marketing sometimes prevails over good judgment. HOWEVER, The Love of Siam is definitely not a movie I regret watching. Four out of five stars. The last star is being withheld because it looked like cultural pressures kept the writer and director from ending it in the direction it was heading.


Regardless, the story was still beautifully told. It's one of the very few movies I've seen that keeps my hope alive that real Love (with a capital "L") does exist.

If you're interested in watching the movie, and too cheap to hunt down a legal copy (support foreign and indy productions!), I think some people have chopped it up into pieces on YouTube. Otherwise, here are two music videos for you to whet your appetites:

emarosan sent me a link to the following blog post: I Refuse to Buy Into the Obama Hype (now a supporter)
I have to respectfully disagree with the article.

I hope this doesn't seem like I'm railing against anybody. I was going to just respond to emarosan, but it would've been too long. I figured a response post might be better.



Take this into consideration: GovTrack is an "independent, non-partisan, non-commercial" website. It used some statistical data to plot U.S. legislators on a graph, and based on that it found that Clinton is a "radical Democrat" and Obama is a "rank and file Democrat." The analysis is far from flawless, but it gives you a good idea where the two senators stand on a political spectrum.

On Iraq: I've heard Obama use the argument that he showed good judgment when it came to voting on authorizing and re-authorizing the war in Iraq; therefore, he'd make a better president.  I don't buy it. Sure, zing Clinton for being duped in the beginning by the rhetoric about Iraq, but to say that she had poor judgment is wrong. The country was torn about the Iraq War. Even though something smelled fishy when Bush wanted to move into Iraq, it's understandable that people didn't want to take a chance right after 9/11 that an attack might follow from there. As for re-authorizing, I whole heartedly agree with the argument that, like it or not, we made a mess out of Iraq. Completely pulling out right afterwards would've been negligent. Although I find Clinton's votes understandable, I would still have to give Obama a point on this issue for foresight. However, it's not enough to make me want him as the president.

On "change": I get frustrated by this argument. What change is Obama offering? I'm not asking for a 10-point plan on "change," but at least give me an idea of what I would be in for. The idea of "changing business as usual" is so nebulous. Obama sounds different from other politicians, and he inspires hope . . . . . but hope for what? His actual 10-point plan isn't much different from Clinton's. I'm having a really difficult time finding the substance under Obama's rhetoric. No need for specifics, but give me something! MLK didn't just say "I have a dream," then hopped on a bus to go home. He told us what his dream was--no racism. He didn't have to spell out an agenda, but he sure had to tell them what the dream was if he wanted to sell it to the public.

When it comes to Obama, I'm not buying.

Lancer v Civic Hybrid

Pretty sad: According to Honda's site, I'm better off buying the latest model of Mitsubishi Lancers than a Honda Civic Hybrid. For the same price, I can get more features for my money: fog lights, touch screen navigator, hands-free Bluetooth capability, wheel locks, scuff plates, all-weather floor mats, trunk mat, side wind deflectors, and CVT (continuously variable transmission). The savings in gas would only be about $390 per 5 years. The Lancer has more horsepower, more torque, a sexier body design, and more color options.

One of the things that attracted me to hybrids is the combination of better fuel economy (which meant less spending on gas) and it being eco-friendly. Knowing what I know now, it seems that its not as economically friendly as I thought. Practicality tells me it would be better to get the Lancer than the hybrid.

Hillary v Obama

I'm vary wary of anybody who stands on the simple claim that words have power. Words have no power without action behind it. MLK didn't just give speeches, he acted against racism. The founding members of this country didn't just complain against King George, they revolted against him. The more Barrack insists on the power of his promise for "change," the more vacuous his words become to me when he doesn't back them up with some kind of action.

He's selling a dream. That's great. I'm willing to buy into that, but what's he doing to make it real? Ah, there's the catch: you have to make him the president first to find out.

True leaders of a movement work for a cause regardless of their positions. They don't wait to be crowned to get the work started.

What kind of "change" is he offering that Hillary didn't offer before him? A "new" kind of politics? Not business as usual? How does he plan to change the way people deal with politics? His brand of politics is no more different than any other politician out there. The only thing setting him apart from the pack is his higher charisma.

Me v Others

Smack me if I'm wrong, but the relationship between a person and his animal companion is akin to that between a parent and child. In the former relationship, the human is the primary caregiver and guardian. Is it too much, then, to insist that those who do not have that designation ought not to treat my companion as if they did?

I don't go around telling parents how to parent their children, so don't presume to tell me how to treat Rufus--especially since you haven't raised, trained, or lived with a dog before. ("you" being somebody I specifically have in mind)

Additionally, when I ask you not to feed him any human food, there should be no question on your mind that you should not feed him any human food. I don't care if he's looking at you, sitting pretty with puppy-dog eyes, and you think he might be hungry. I am not a negligent guardian. I make sure to feed him better than well enough. I don't go around feeding even my baby nephews just any kind of food I think might be good for them unless I ask their parents first. You should give the same courtesy when it comes to people's animal companions.

Blu-ray wins over HD-DVD.

Now we'll see if PS3 sales will jump high enough to make up for its lackluster performance compared to the XBOX 360 and Wii.

I wonder how long until the studios stop producing regular DVDs?

I wonder how the Lord of the Rings trilogy will look on high def. Ooooo.

Dumbledore is GAY!!!

I wish Rowling had given this info weeks ago.
We could've had a coming out party for Dumbledore on National Coming Out Day as a publicity stunt.

Prompted by emarosan's response to my prior post, I decided to post pictures of the confirmed castings for the upcoming Star Trek movie, which will feature younger versions of The Original Series' main characters.

I know that some of you out there have finished reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Now, frankly, I don't want to have to wade through all the Harry-Draco slash LJ communities to find a proper forum to discuss the books.
So..... I'm inviting you all to discuss it here, especially since I have a question that's nagging me.

The End
I'm kinda sad it's over :(

I just got back from a GAPSN social meeting at this week's Cinespia screening of Roman Holiday at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. It was a great event. We were allowed to bring food and alcohol, and my current crush (I shall call him Tee for blogging purposes) was there. We had our tarps laid out, getting comfortable among the hundreds of other people who decided to come.

UNFORTUNATELY, after the movie was over and as we were cleaning up after ourselves, I realized that some douche from the party next to us had gone off with my shoes! I had to walk down Santa Monica Blvd. with only my socks on. Luckily, one of the people from GAPSN was parked nearby, so he drove me the five blocks I would've otherwise had to walk to my car (3 blocks on Santa Monica, 2 blocks south on Vine; both major streets). Not only that, but I react to shock in two ways: I become really quiet, unable to process what happened; or I get nelly-gay hysterical about it. I was the latter tonight, yelling out, "My shoes! Ohmygod I have to walk down Santa Monica barefoot. I'm gonna end up stepping on a syringe!" I'm sure I've thoroughly turned off Tee now. Figuring that to be the case, when he hugged me to comfort me, I took what I figured to be my last opportunity to bite his nipples with my lips.

I've been on a Filipino movie binge lately.
(Thank you Netflix for expanding your collections.)

I just have to say . . . . .

Sam Milby is da sex.